An Agnostic Jew To His Good Christian Wife Poem by David McLansky

I live in hope that your faith
Is not delusion tempering fear
In hope your prayers are not a waste
That God and Heaven at death appear;
Then I will rise my strength restored
Then we will walk as children walk
Hand in hand before our Lord
I too ashamed to even talk;
And through the savings of your grace
The compounded goodness of your days
That I can join you in that place
And be forgiven in your praise;
But if my doubts are proven true,
That life as atoms do decay,
My heaven was in knowing you,
Your tender, loving sum of days.